Belle calls from across the sea, her voice like honey on the wind, like the hidden scent of wildflowers buried in the grass.
From here, all looks well. Until, on closer inspection, the garish wounds from midnight to daybreak are apparent; their edges raw and ragged, freshly tagged on wet cement.
What would Jonathan Strange have to say about this? And Arabella?
As I look out over the Palace on the Water, a stillness washes over me. Cat and Laura are at my back, quietly laughing over some old photographs. On the radio, there is the song Stairway to Heaven.
And my question is, if all of this were not apparent in the light of day, if all of this were hidden and closed off to the world, and if I never had a moment's rest or peace or enjoyment, what would it be worth then?
What would Taylor be worthy of then?
2 comments:
Ah Stairway to Heaven, the song of all songs..
Listen and enjoy its subtle greatness..
THE GREATNESS IS NOT SUBTLE, IT IS MAGNIFICENT AND PROUD!
Actually the best song in the world is the Goo Goo Doll's "Iris". THAT is pure brilliance :)
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